IS OF NOTHING 



VEN. And the repetition of these last verses of Music, 

 have called to my memory what Mr. Ed. Waller, a Lover of 

 the Angle, says of Love and Music. 



Whilst I listen to thy voice, 



Chloris, I feel my heart decay: 

 That powerful voice 



Calls my fleeting soul away; 

 Oh ! suppress that magic sound, 

 Which destroys without a wound. 



Peace Chloris, peace, or singing die, 

 That together you and I 

 To Heaven may go : 

 For all we know 

 Of what the blessed do above 

 Is, that they sing, and that they love. 



Pise. Well remembered, Brother Peter, these verses came 

 seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we will all join 

 together, my Host and all, and sing my Scholar's Catch over 

 again, and then each man drink the tother cup and to bed, 

 and thank God we have a dry house over our heads. 



Pise. Well now, Good Night to every body. 



PET. And so say I. 



VEN. And so say I. 



COR. Good Night to you all, and I thank you. 



Pise. Good Morrow, Brother Peter, and the like to you, 

 honest Coridon: come, my Hostess says there is seven shil- 

 lings to pay, let's each man drink a pot for his morning's 

 draught, and lay down his two shillings, that so my Hostess 

 may not have occasion to repent herself of being so diligent, 

 and using us so kindly. 



PET. The motion is liked by every body, and so Hostess, 

 here 's your money ; we Anglers are all beholding to you, it will 

 not be long ere I '11 see you again. And now Brother Piscator, 

 I wish you and my Brother, your Scholar, a fair day and good 

 fortune. Come Coridon, this is our way. 

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